Once in a lifetime

I sharked into Troy, recalling kings
Who used to run their fingers through my beards:
I was Greek that day, my polished rings

Held diamonds and souls, I was feared
But only if crossed. This was before
The Troubles and Helen, there were deer

Dashing through gardens and the golden shore
Found me oiled and waiting for princes
To notice my charms. Like Hector, the poor

Darling should have come with me - the hints
Had begun, the rust colored clouds were gathering
In sky that hasn't been as gin clear since.